Donal Mahoney

Satin And Grace - Poem by Donal Mahoney

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Here in Chicago I sit in the sun of an Indian Summerhigh on the Water Tower waiting, chapped hands in a visor over my eyes, hoping I see you in that gown, all satin and grace, float like a featherback to Chicago.

I don't care if you stopby Confederate streamsto pick phallic rockson the way from Savannahso long as you rise, release all your hair, take to the airand float like a feather on to Chicago

because this is the last time I'll sit on the Water Tower waiting.I'd rather go blind than seeyou in that gown, all satin and grace, laugh like a loon, turn in the air, then float like a feather back to Savannah.